Ex-files: Kinky Katy

by Dakota Cassidy

  Garret’s eyes grew dark and his face became serious. “Again?”

  “Again,” Katy demanded, this time with just a bit more authority than the last.

  “Don’t you have to study?”

  Katy fought back a snort. “So what if I do?” she asked as she wrapped her arms around him and nipped the hard line of his jaw.

  Garret’s firm lips crept upward in a grin as he absorbed her playfulness. She was rocking his world.

  Cool.

  “Um, okay. So you do have to study, but you’re skipping it in favor of a good lay?”

  “Well, I don’t know if it’s good yet, now do I? Cuz there’s a whole lot of talking and not much action.”

  “That’s a challenge, isn’t it, Mrs. Jennings?”

  “Duh!”

  “What?”

  Katy giggled. “I mean, yeah, it’s a challenge. Let’s see what we can do to tear up these sheets.” She hauled his big frame over hers and wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock brushed her clit and Katy bucked beneath him as shivers coursed through her.

  “Now?”

  “Yep.”

  “Right now?”

  Katy reached between them and held his cock firmly. “Yes, Garret. Now. Could we dispense with the surprise of it all and ‘do it’?”

  “But…”

  “Are you going to pass up a chance to boink me?”

  “Boink you?”

  “Boink me.”

  “Is that a new word you learned in school?”

  Oops. She’d forgotten Maddie’s catch phrase was very new millennium. “Fuck?” Oooh, vulgar indeed. But… well… sort of forbidden and exciting. It made Katy squirm beneath him and her cheeks flush warmly, but what the hell.

  Shock flew across Garret’s face. “Fu-ck?” His disbelief made Katy want to thank him for showing her how unaware she’d been that she’d missed out on a lot of good stuff in her quest to graduate college.

  “Fuck,” she said more firmly.

  “Who are you?”

  Katy smiled and scooted upward so his mouth lay near her breast again. She cupped them, offering him a nipple. “I’m a very horny Katy Jennings and if we don’t do something about this soon, I’ll explode.”

  Garret’s tongue snaked out, swiping at it, but he persisted. “Horny?”

  Katy reached down and tugged his head upward with a sharp yank, forcing him to look into her eyes “Yes, Garret, horny. Capital H-o-r-n-y,” she spelled. “So could you shut the hell up --” Garret’s mouth began to move in protest, but she looked at him sternly. “-- and fuck me. Fuck. Capital F-u-c-k. Got it?”

  He nodded.

  “Then do it!”

  Garret bent his head and enveloped a nipple, taking long licks over the pebbly surface as Katy once again buried her hands in his hair and moaned. Garret responded to her enthusiasm, concentrating on the rigid flesh as Katy held him close.

  Katy couldn’t ever remember wanting anything as much as she did this. His lips, his tongue, devouring her flesh in fevered laps. Squirming further away, she pushed herself to the top of the bed and straddled his neck, hooking her ankles behind his head. She didn’t speak, merely raised her hips in silent invitation.

  Garret complied, sliding his tongue into her with a rasp of silken wet heat. Katy reared up at the contact and let her hands drift to her own flesh, spreading herself open, dueling her fingers with his slick tongue. Garret’s tongue circled her clit, swollen and desperate to feel his lips. He wrapped them around it, suckling with deliberate force and slipping a finger inside of her.

  Katy reached upward and grabbed the headboard, pushing herself flush to his tongue, jamming her hips upward over and over as he used his finger to fuck her and his tongue to caress her pussy. Katy watched his dark head move between her thighs, let her cunt clench the thickness of his finger as her nipples beaded to tight knots. She tugged at them, exploring them, rolling them in her fingers. When Garret cupped her ass, holding her closer as he lapped at her cunt, Katy came undone. She clung to his neck and strained to feel every last fiery lick of climax, bucking wildly and losing herself in the abandon of orgasm.

  Katy’s legs went slack, falling away from Garret’s neck as he slithered up her body, planting wet kisses on her heated skin. His eyes gleamed something she’d never seen before when she opened hers and grinned at him. “Don’t say a word, Garret. Remember that word fuck?”

  Garret rubbed his thick cock between the wet lips of her cunt. “Yeah?”

  “Do it.”

  Lifting her leg upward with his forearm and capturing it under the bend in her knee, he positioned himself between her thighs and thrust in one rapid stroke.

  Katy’s world tipped on its axis as he filled her, stealing her breath and robbing her of anything but the heat of his rock-hard cock plunging into her. “Ahhh… Garret,” she whimpered.

  “Jesus, Katy. Do you feel that? Christ, I’m hot for you.”

  Katy swept her tongue over his lips, savoring the musky flavor of her cunt on his tongue. “I feel it, Garret. Do you feel me too?”

  Garret moaned as he began a hard rhythm of thrusts, holding her leg up high and driving into her. “Yes, yes, I feel it, Katy,” he rasped into her ear before he slid his tongue between her lips again. “God, baby, you’re so wet and tight.”

  Katy’s eyes moistened and she squeezed her eyes shut to fight back tears. She’d thought of this moment so many times since she and Garret divorced. The reality of it was almost painful it was so vivid. Katy reveled in the hard chest pressed to hers as he rode her, arching her back, her breasts pressed into him. She slipped her arms under his and let her hands wander to his muscled back, caressing each hard ridge. Her cunt contracted, slick and hot as she clenched Garret’s cock, milking the pulsing heat of his shaft.

  He bucked within her, rocking in a slow grind until Katy whimpered for release. Reaching down she clutched at his muscled ass, feeling him tense, taut. Raising her hips she pushed him into her hard and screamed as a sweet wave, aggressive and sharp, spiraled into a climax that left her shaking beneath him.

  Garret came too, thick and hot, jolting him, driving him deeper into her as he reared his head back and clenched his teeth.

  Katy shuddered under him and clung to the heat of his flesh, letting it seep into her. “I love you so much, Garret,” she whispered as she absorbed his scent, the very essence that was him.

  “Well, I guess so,” he teased.

  She hid her head in the hollow of his neck and fought another rush of sentimental tears. If she lost Garret in the end, and she had nothing else to take back with her but this, it might have to last her a lifetime. Fear clutched at her intestines, but she pushed it aside in favor of the light, easy banter Garret and she once shared. “You’re pretty sure of yourself there, lover.”

  Garret held her tightly and caressed the top of her head with his lips. “Um, after that performance I should doubt you love me?”

  Katy snorted and lifted her head. “You shouldn’t doubt a girl who can hold her leg up for as long as I have, stud.”

  Garret chuckled and let her leg go. “Sorry, I got carried away.”

  Now if this had been in the year 2004, she would have hobbled for three days after having her leg in that position. Ain’t youth grand? she mused. “So what’s for dinner? I’m starving!”

  “Aren’t you going to make peanut butter and jelly again while you slave over a psych book?”

  She ran her hands over the newly familiar planes of his face and smiled. “Nope. I opt for a pizza and round two.”

  Garret cocked his head in confusion.

  Katy’s eyes sought his, hoping to show him her reasoning these past twenty years, or year… or whatever… Oy. “Look, I know I’m ambitious and I study too much, but I did -- er, do it for a reason. I wanted -- um, want us to have everything, Garret, and I want to help people.” Somehow she was trying to find a way to preach to a choir that wouldn’t exist back in the future. But she had to tell him now
, so even if he didn’t remember later, she would, and everything she didn’t say, or ironically -- as a counselor -- couldn’t say was said.

  “I know, honey. I just figured you might have a test or a new technique or something to study. You always have something to work on and,” he paused and winked, “I want us to have the best too… but whatever the best is, it sure as hell can’t top what we just did.”

  His tone was light, but she’d heard that phrase, it’s always something, much later, shortly before things fell apart and she was divorced faster than she could say, “Let’s go to counseling.” Tallulah’s words buzzed in her head to the tune of if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it and right now, it wasn’t broken. She was attempting to counsel something that needed no therapy just yet. Or had it ever?

  Kissing him soundly, Katy grinned at him. She had five days. It might have to last the rest of her life, and she wasn’t letting him leave this apartment for a second of them. “I know you do and I love you for it. So pizza and another schtupp?”

  “A what?”

  Shit, another Maddie word. “Um, let’s just order the pizza and then you can show me your pepperoni again.”

  Garret started to laugh. The deep rumble vibrated against her chest. “Who are you again?”

  Your ex-wife… “I’m the girl of your dreams, and don’t you forget it.”

  “I could never do that,” he mocked, sliding off of her and walking toward the small bathroom she’d left but hours ago.

  The absence of his body made her curl up next to his pillow. “Well, that’s good to hear, because you’re buying the pizza.”

  Garret laughed again, warming Katy from the inside out. How long had it been since she’d heard him genuinely laugh?

  “Then we can hide the pepperoni?” he teased.

  “We can hide whatever you want as long as it stays hidden.”

  Garret’s chuckle echoed in the bathroom as Katy rolled over and hugged his pillow tighter, inhaling his scent, still familiar, though now a year gone.

  What if when her five days were up, she couldn’t get Garret back from that viper? Katy squeezed her eyes shut and blocked that thought out.

  Right now, it didn’t bear thinking.

  Chapter Three

  Katy savored the gooey cheese on her pizza and didn’t think twice about her thighs back in 2004, because her stomach here in 1983 was doing the Highland fling. It’d been a long time since she’d had Enzo’s pizza and it made her wonder how long it really had been since she’d had pizza at all. “God, this is good, huh?” she commented to Garret as she picked the pepperoni off yet another slice.

  Garret continued to look bewildered as they sat facing one another on their bed, still naked, but for the sheet they were under. “It’s pizza, babe. Not filet mignon.” He obviously didn’t understand the simplistic yet complex reasons behind the joy she was finding in some mozzarella and crust.

  Katy stretched and let the sheet fall away from her, revealing her breasts, perky and round in all their blast-to-the-past splendor. She threw her crust into the box between them and watched Garret. In the future they’d had plenty of filet mignon, but never like this. She wondered when they’d stopped sharing a meal as intimate as this one. When Garret began to think that expensive meals were more important to her than a pepperoni pizza eaten like this? “Who needs filet mignon when I can have Enzo’s pizza?”

  Garret threw his crust in the box too and tossed it to the floor, climbing up the length of her body to rest against her. Katy’s nipples tightened when his skin met hers. His tongue found the rim of her ear as he whispered, “But I want you to have filet mignon.”

  Katy reached between them and cradled his cock in the warmth of her palm. “I’d much rather have pepperoni,” she teased, cupping his balls and lightly running her nails over them.

  Garret groaned as he took her lips. “Can we hide it again?”

  Katy splayed her other hand over his waist and pressed her body against him. God, she loved this man. It overwhelmed her, lay hidden in every pore of her body, now open and raw with need for him. “Well,” she smiled cockily, “it depends on where you want to hide it.”

  Garret ground his thick shaft into her hand as he licked her lips with his tongue. “You want me to tell you?”

  A thrill of carnal, sensual awareness shot through her, and her face flushed from the thoughts that flit through her mind. Expression was a good thing, when done in an orderly fashion under controlled circumstances.

  Shaddup and do the man, a voice whispered in her head, tugging at the outer edges of her brain. Katy cringed. Tallulah… Yep, it’s me. Skip the order and go for the wet and wild. Do him, do him do him!

  All right, all right… But wait, do you really think this is something Garret will like? I never… well, I never…

  Talked dirty to him?

  Katy squirmed beneath Garret and bit her lip as his tongue found the spot behind her ear. Well, no, she told Tallulah mentally. I’ve never talked dirty to him.

  Loosen up, baby. It’s time to flap those guns of yours, minus the pop psychology. Talk to his pepperoni…

  Well, shit… okay, here goes. Katy arched into Garret’s lips and muttered, “Ye-ss… tell me…”

  Garret stopped all movement and looked up at her. “Are you serious?”

  Katy’s cheeks flushed. See! Do you see? He thinks I’m some kind of sex crazed whack-job!

  And your point is?

  Get the hell out of my head. I’ll figure this out alone. The mental pull on her gray matter subsided and Katy was suddenly very alone with just her thoughts and no guidance from Tallulah.

  “Katy…” Garret prodded. His eyes held confusion, but his cock was doing the happy dance from the feel of it.

  Katy swallowed hard. “Tell me where you want to -- to put it.”

  Garret cupped her breast, but hesitated. “Katy, look I don’t know what’s happening with you. All of a sudden that single mind of yours isn’t focused on school, but I don’t want you to do anything you’re uncomfortable with.”

  Katy slid her arms around his waist again, her ribs pressing against him as her back bowed. Oh my God! Her ribs! She could feel her ribs… somehow that was incredibly sexy and deserved celebration. “If you don’t tell me, I can’t decide if it’s uncomfortable. So where do you want to hide that pepperoni?”

  Garret thumbed her nipple, making slow circles while he groaned against her lips. “In your mouth.”

  Oh, my… a -- a blow -- blowjob…

  Yep, Tallulah responded in her head. And now I’m going away for good.

  If Katy’s cheeks were red before, now they had to be just a shade shy of crimson. This was something Katy was fuzzy on. Yes, she’d participated in an oral act or two, but not on a regular basis. When had she failed to realize this was something Garret might enjoy?

  My God, she was a prude. A tight-assed, even tighter lipped, prude. She couldn’t even remember how to give said blowjob, but she was going to give it a hell of a shot. Katy gave it no more thought as she cupped his ass and said, “Well, bring it here then.”

  The surprised look he flashed her quickly changed to desire as he moved upward, straddling her head with his thighs.

  His cock bobbed in front of her face, thick and long. Katy let it graze her cheek, letting the sleek, hot skin of it brush against her. Garret’s hands went to the headboard, gripping it, and as she looked up, she caught a glimpse of him, his teeth clenched and his neck arched.

  Katy let her breath hover over the engorged head of his cock, whispering her lips over the tip in a gentle caress. Garret bucked at the contact and hissed when she snaked her tongue out, teasing him, licking at the surface with small strokes.

  “Katy…”

  She heard the plea in his voice, the need.

  In a swift motion of lips and tongue, Katy enveloped him, twisting her head to take all of him at once. She slid her lips over the silken surface, letting her tongue find each ridge and vein along the way.
Garret stilled and as a result, Katy did too. Was she doing it wrong?

  He must have sensed her question because he said in a hoarse voice, “Don’t stop, baby. Just give me a minute to adjust. It’s been a long time.”

  Katy relaxed, reveling in the compliment and letting Garret take the pace into his own hands. He moved his hips with precision, a slow push and pull, while she allowed her hands to knead his thighs, reaching between his legs to cup his balls. She gently grazed her teeth along his shaft, now hot and slippery. “Christ, Katy…” he ground out from above her. Katy felt the headboard shake as he thrust into her mouth, each stroke more forceful than the last. The sound of her own suckling made her nipples tighten and swell when his ass brushed against them. “Katy, babe, I have to stop,” he groaned, yet didn’t move away from the warmth of her mouth.

  Katy wouldn’t let go. She pushed his balls flush to his cock, licking at them too as she continued to suck him. Garret’s hand found her hair, clutching it and angling her head to direct his thrusts. She tasted the salty bead of come, heard his moans, felt him begin to pull out of her mouth, so she gripped his ass and kept her lips wrapped around him securely.

  Katy felt his cock jerk and his hips struggle with her, but she clutched him tighter and ran her tongue around the sensitive spot just below the head of it. Garret howled, calling her name as he came, his hot semen spurting into her mouth. Katy swallowed hard, ignoring the slightly unpleasant taste and instead favoring the groans of pleasure Garret gave.

  His breathing was ragged and harsh as he pulled from between her lips, flopping down beside her. He pulled her to him, running his hands over the dip between her hip and waist until his breathing became more regular. “Jesus, woman. What is this about?”

  “What is what about?” she asked innocently, smiling against his chest and feeling rather smug. Take that, you viper, she thought as she remembered Garret was engaged in the future to a hairy-assed bimbo.

  “You’ve never… well… you’ve never --”

  Katy found his loss for words charming. “Swallowed?” she said boldly.

  “Um, yeah…” he offered back hesitantly.